Date: Mon, 10 Jun 2013 02:01:28 -0700 (PDT) From: Sven Svensson Subject: ANDY AND THE SURFER TWINS CHAPTER 4 Andy and the Surfer Twins Chapter 4 This is a story about intergenerational gay sex and incest. If that's not your cup of tea, go read something else. But always remember: Fantasy can often be better than the real thing. When we last left our story, our hero Andy and his best friend Taz had discovered to their mutual delight that they had no reason to hide their masturbatory and sex pleasures from each other. Andy had his adventure with Lance and Troy, the gorgeous blond twins from next door, while Taz bumped dicks with his cousin Eric in a tent in the back yard of Taz's house. By the time they had finished telling each other about their sexy experiences, Andy and Taz were ready to bring each other to fantastic young boy orgasms, and then Eric came back to the house ... Jeff Edison was in his law office downtown, listening to his client complain about being audited by the Internal (or Infernal, as the client called it) Revenue Service. Jeff didn't mind. He was earning $350 an hour listening to the blowhard, taking occasional notes on his pad, though not too intently, because he was pretty much hearing the same story for the fourth or fifth time. His client was an immensely rich businessman who had attracted the attentions of the IRS because of questionable income and revenues. He was fatter than a hog and sweating profusely despite the air conditioning at the law firm. While Jeff was listening, his assistant, Tom, was under the desk, busily (but quietly) slobbering away on his boss's foot-long tool. Tom Krakow was a third-year-law student and perfect for Jeff for two reasons. One was that Tom had a crack legal mind and was often ahead of his boss in determining the right thing to do in one legal situation or another. The other was that Tom had been a star university gymnast while doing his undergrad degree and had competed for his native Canada in the Beijing Olympics. That gave him the body of a Greek god, and the five years after the Olympics had done nothing to diminish his statuesque grandeur, because despite the frantic life of a law student, Tom Anderson did an hour on the weights every morning at 5:00 AM in the gym that was in the basement of his building, and on weekends, in between studying for his finals and his bar exam, he went swimming every chance he could, played tennis and squash, and kept his body at something like minus 10 percent body fat. He was 5'8, with black hair and dark eyes, drop-dead gorgeous like most male gymnasts seem to be. Jeff sometimes thought that there was a farm somewhere where gymnasts were bred to be perfect male specimens, just like the Bel Ami porn company in Eastern Europe seemed to grow its unbelievably gorgeous "models" on trees. Jeff had picked Tom's CV out of the big pile of documents sent to him after seeing that the young man had been an Olympic gymnast. He had asked his secretary to call the young man in for an interview, and the minute Tom walked into his office, seeping sexuality out of every pore, his muscles straining out of the comparatively cheap suit he was wearing, Jeff was ready to offer him the job on the spot. Of course, he couldn't, appearances had to be kept up, so he asked all of the rote questions that were expected, and he was delighted that the kid answered every one as if he were a Supreme Court justice. The lawyer and the applicant gazed into each other's eyes, and both saw something there. Behind his desk and in his own fine suit, Jeff was feeling his cock descending out of the bottom of his boxer shorts and down his trouser leg, and he was glad that he was sitting down. Tom was having no such luck. The front of his trousers looked like someone had pitched a tent in there. Jeff was charmed to see his applicant blushing like that, especially since the dude was everything that the lawyer could have wanted in a male of the species. That wasn't the time or place to explore what could happen between the lawyer and the jock stud law student, of course. Jeff's secretary was on the other side of the window from his office, and Jeff sadly reflected that he should have closed the blinds. Tom shifted and shuffled to try desperately to hide the fact that his eight inches were trying to be at maximum bone looking at the handsome lawyer who was interviewing him. He was tall, he was blond and ... well, Tom hadn't had sex with anyone in three years, and he knew quality when he saw it. Tom Krakow came to his law school from Calgary, where he had lived at the time of the Olympics. His parents were Polish immigrants, and it was from them that he inherited the black hair and dark eyes. Mr. and Mrs. Krakow attributed all of their fortune of emigrating from Poland to Canada to Jesus and God, and young Tom (Tomasz originally) spent a lot of time in church. He was an only child, and during his entire life his parents had struggled between their desire for their only son to become a priest and the knowledge that he was exceptionally bright. Tom excelled at everything that he did. His papa was delighted that he got the best grades at school, his mama was delighted that he had many friends. Some of those friends, like Tom, discovered fairly early that their wieners were there for a purpose other than peeing. Naturally, those friends gravitated together, and the first time Tom Krakow had an orgasm in the presence of another boy, he was eleven years old, and it wasn't just one boy, it was three other boys and him who had been playing strip poker out in the shed behind one of the boys' houses. Eleven year olds have a pretty rudimentary concept about poker, so pretty soon all four boys found themselves naked, and three-and-a-half of them found that to be great. Three-and-a-half because one of Tom's friends was sort of freaked out about having his wiener out in a place where three other boys had their ones out. He was pretty sure that he was going to run out of there until one of the other boys said "Dontcha know what you're doing?" and showed him how to put his fingers on his wiener and get it hard, and then it was four boys with boners and one of them knowing what to do next. They were all in the sixth grade at school, they were great friends, and Tom wasn't the only one who was to a small extent thinking about church, where he had heard again and again that if a boy liked a boy, then god hated that. But when you're 11, are you really going to believe that? Who cared? There were four boys in the shed with their clothes off and scattered all around, there was light from a lantern that the son of the owners of the house had brought along so they could see the cards even though it was 2:00 PM on a Saturday afternoon, and if they had played outside, it wouldn't have mattered. None of them remembered who had been the first to suggest that they play for their clothes. Tom Krakow and three other boys learned to masturbate that evening, and then they were glad that they hadn't played outside. And every single one of them went away from that shed wanting to have that feeling again. And again and again and again. When Tom went home after masturbating for the first time in his friend's garden shed, his life returned to what it normally was. He did two hours of homework, even though it was Saturday, he did one hour of piano lessons with Mrs. Mendelssohn, who was old and fat and smelled of camphor. Then he did another hour of homework before supper where, while papa was saying grace, his son was feeling grateful about something that he didn't think papa would approve of. When he finally went to bed that night, he was thinking about the same thing that he'd been thinking about all day - watching his best friends do the same thing that made him feel something that he had never felt before. Tom didn't know whether he was more amazed that he had had the ... jeez, he couldn't even describe what it felt like when he was rubbing his wiener, but he knew that it was better 'cause his best friends were doing the same right next to him. So Tom Krakow got down on his knees and said his prayers, but then he took his pajamas off, put them under the blankets so that he could put them on again in the morning, and spent the next seven minutes dedicating himself to a full color replay of everything that he had seen and that had happened to him in the shed that afternoon. He had to grit his teeth to keep from crying out in ecstasy when the freight train of an orgasm hit him. The boys gathered together a few times a week for circle jerks until some of them started peeling off because they became interested in girls. For Tom, the group masturbation was a big relief, because he was working so hard at school, plus he had become interested in gymnastics and was demonstrating real talent at it. By the time he dragged himself through the school day, gymnastics practice, his piano practice and his homework, Tom was usually too knackered to think about anything other than bed. Once he went through puberty, he woke up on more than few occasions all sticky between his legs. The first time he was shocked, but then he realized that he was cumming during the night because of sexy dreams, though try as he might, he could not remember what or whom he was dreaming of. By the time Tom was graduated from high school (as valedictorian, of course), he was nationally ranked as a gymnast, and he chose the university which offered him the best scholarship. It was from there that he went to Beijing, where an injury in the first round of competition left him unable to compete further and heartbroken. He found comfort from a most unexpected source. When Tom returned to the Olympic village with a cast on his ankle, he was touched to be greeted by his entire team, plus competitors from other countries, who cheered him, patted him on the back and butt, and told him that if he hadn't had that stupid fall, he would surely be in contention for a medal or two. Gradually the group wandered off, and then it was just Tom and a Russian gymnast, Yuri Mendeev, in the room. They were both 19 years old and at the top of their physical conditioning. Yuri was drop-dead beautiful, with sandy blond hair cropped close, startling blue eyes, and the massive muscles of a gymnast. Tom and Yuri looked into each other's eyes, and then they were embracing and kissing, Tom a bit clumsy on his feet, but Yuri holding him up in his muscular arms. When the Russian took off his clothes and displayed his nine-inch uncut Moscow mule, Tom almost fainted. It had been so long since he'd been with another boy, he was working so hard at university that he had no time. The two gymnasts worshipped each other's body for the better part of an hour, leaving no part of their bodies untouched, unlicked, unloved. When they shot their loads, it was all over the room, and they broke into laughter when they saw the mess. Yuri didn't speak much English, and Tom spoke no Russian at all, but they worked together to clean up before Tom's roommate came back. The next day, Yuri returned to Krasnoyarsk, and Tom returned to Canada. Tom never saw Yuri again. He returned to his studies, aced all of his courses as usual, was graduated summa cum laude, and then accepted an offer from a law school in the city in America where he would eventually find Jeff Edison. During his first two years of legal studies, the professors drove him mercilessly, recognizing an astonishing legal mind in the Canadian, and once again Tom didn't have any time to think about his dick and what it wanted. A few times he went to an adult bookstore in town on Sundays, which was the merciful day off, to have his cock sucked through a hole in the wall of a video booth, but even though that was physically satisfying, it was mentally unsatisfying. And so the day when Tom Krakow went to his interview with Jeff Edison, he just couldn't believe that the tall, handsome lawyer was hinting that he wouldn't mind seeing much more of his assistant than would ordinarily be the case. Jeff's secretary called Tom the next day and said that Mr. Edison would like to offer him the position. The pay would not be huge, but the experience would be invaluable, she said. Oh, and Mr. Edison would like to know whether Tom would be interested in joining him for dinner at his club that evening to celebrate the appointment. He always took his assistants out to dinner after hiring them, she said. That was not strictly true. The secretary knew that her boss had no interest in her breasts or her perfume, and she knew that the previous two assistants, both of whom had been brilliant women, had not been taken to dinner. That didn't matter to the secretary. She loved her job, and she thought that Jeff Edison was just about the nicest boss she could have. Weren't the nice ones always gay? Tom would have nervously changed clothes six times in preparation for dinner, but he only had two suits, one black, one gray. Because of his huge muscles, he had to have suits manufactured for him individually, and they were expensive, at least on his budget. He finally chose the gray one, with a pale blue shirt and a red tie. When the doorman of the building where he lived in a tiny studio apartment rang up to tell him that a car had come for him, Tom was a bundle of nerves, but he squared his shoulders and marched downstairs (he never took the elevator though he lived on the 10th floor), and there he found a black stretch limousine with a liveried chauffeur holding the door open for him. The chauffeur told him that Mr. Edison had been detained at the law office with an urgent matter, and he would join Tom at the club as soon as he could. At the club, Tom found bartender Sam behind the bar, and Sam took two seconds to undress his handsome customer with his eyes. Tom ordered a mineral water and sat there for perhaps ten minutes before Jeff came in, profusely apologizing for having kept him waiting. Jeff had called ahead to ask the chef at the club to prepare one of his specials - lobster rolls with truffled fries and a wedge of lettuce with house-made bleu cheese dressing. Jeff ordered a carafe of 1962 white wine to go with the dinner, and Tom took one polite sip before explaining that he didn't drink. Under the table, leg met leg, foot met foot, and when the waiter came up to clear and ask whether the gentlemen would like dessert - the chef had baked a German chocolate torte just that afternoon - they both shook their heads. Jeff paid the bill, left a ridiculous tip, and the lawyer and his new clerk exited. A brief consultation led to the decision that they would go to Tom's apartment. Jeff was not prepared to take his clerk home, because he knew that his teenage hellions would pounce on the handsome gymnast the moment he got in the door, and Jeff wanted Tom to himself, at least at first. When the limo dropped the two of them off at Tom's building in what could charitably be described as being on the wrong side of the tracks, Jeff didn't bat an eye. Neither did he question Tom's suggestion that they trot up ten flights of stairs instead of taking the lift. Just as soon as they were through the front door, Tom was slammed against the door, Jeff's muscular arms were around his muscular body, and their tongues were dancing the tango together. Jeff and Tom basically tore each other's clothes off. Tom heard his shirt rip and for a second wondered where he would get a new one, but then he was lost again in his new boss's passionate embrace. The foot-long lawyer cock and the eight-inch assistant cock mashed together, leaking copious precum. Jeff picked Tom up in his arms and carried him to the futon in the room, laying him down gently and clambering on top. He kissed every square inch of Tom's face, neck, muscular chest and then firm stomach, and when Tom's raging boner slid into Jeff's mouth, the assistant almost shot his load right then and there. But he maintained and luxuriated in his cock receiving the slobbering that it was receiving. Jeff massaged Tom's balls gently while suckling on him, and he reveled in the young man's moaning and gasping. After a few minutes, they switched positions. Tom looked at Jeff's massive organ for a moment, not sure whether he would be able to do anything with it. He hadn't sucked a cock since his rutting with Yuri Mendeev in Beijing. But he took a deep breath, dove in, and was rewarded with a growl: "Oh, fuck, yeah!" Tom worshipped Jeff's huge tool, licking the entire shaft and the bull balls underneath it, suckling on the swollen cockhead, and diving in to get as much of the tool in his mouth as he possibly could. Presently, Jeff gently turned Tom over onto all fours and put his handsome face between the boy's rock-hard ass cheeks. He licked the ass passionately, and then he inserted a finger into the tight asshole. Tom tensed up and gasped. He had never been fucked before. But Jeff was immensely gentle, and when his massive tool, lubricated with a quart of spit, slipped through Tom's sphincter, the assistant first thought that he would be split apart and die of the pain, but then the passion slid across his body, and his cock rose to a harder state than he had ever experienced in his life. Jeff fucked his beautiful assistant gently, then harder, then harder still, and at the moment when his balls erupted and sent their contents up the foot-long cock and into Tom's virgin ass, Tom's prick exploded all over the futon. He would have to sleep on damp sheets that night. He didn't care. After a couple of minutes it was turnabout fair play, and Jeff sucked his assistant's cock until it was rigidly firm again, and then he sat down on it and bounced on his muscular legs while Tom sat behind him, his cock embedded in a tight, hot chute, his arms around Jeff's muscular body and jacking off his huge boner, thanking everything in his life for this moment. His seed erupted into the hot lawyer's tight ass as the hot lawyer allowed him to jerk him off to another splashing orgasm. The reason why Tom was under the desk while Jeff talked to his obese and angry client was that a few weeks earlier, he had been forced to dive under there when he and Jeff had been mashing themselves together in the office. The blinds to the outer office were drawn. Jeff's secretary was no fool, and she knew that her boss was besotted with Tom. She didn't mind, because Tom was as nice as could be, and she had been touched a few days earlier when he, despite the fact that, as she knew, he didn't have much money, brought her half a dozen roses for her birthday. So if the boss wanted to have some relaxation and relief during the day, she didn't care at all. On that particular occasion, though, another annoying, but very rich and rainmaking client had come barging into the outer office shouting that he needed to see Jeff right away, and Tom had just enough time to dive under the desk and Jeff had just enough time to get his pants zipped up before the client was through the door. Tom sat under the desk and listened to the client bloviate about his legal problems, but then Jeff put one hand under the desk, unzipped his trousers, and hauled out his cock. Tom grinned to himself and took the tool in his hand. Jeff's hand disappeared, and Tom only had to bend forward a bit to get the organ in his mouth. Above him he could hear the lawyer trying to calm the client down, saying that he was absolutely certain that the client would prevail in his pending lawsuit, and when the client finally said OK, he felt better and he would see Jeff in court the following Tuesday, Tom got a mouthful of cum as he masturbated the big shaft and suckled on the swollen cockhead. When the client was gone, Jeff told his assistant that that had been the best blowjob he could remember ever having, what with the frisson of danger that it involved. He looked at Tom and realized that the kid had ejaculated in his trousers - there was a wet spot on the gray cloth. Tom looked down at himself and didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Jeff sent his assistant into the small bathroom that was off his office to clean up, and then it was back to work. From there on in, when Jeff knew that he was going to be dealing with an excessively aggravating client, Tom positioned himself in advance of the meeting, and always Jeff kept a perfectly straight face as his assistant brought him to his climax, and always Jeff had a roll of paper towels in his desk drawer to clean up the spooge which Tom shot under the desk - no longer inside his trousers, as had been the first time in what was pretty much an automatic and hands-free orgasm. On the evening of this chapter of the story, nothing was different. Tom carefully timed his stroking and sucking to bring his boss off right at the moment when the discussion was winding up and jerked himself off to a bone-tingling blast himself. Jeff and Tom couldn't get enough of each other. Tom had still never been to Jeff's house, because Jeff still hadn't figured out quite how to introduce him to Lance and Troy. Part of him tingled about the thought of his handsome assistant swapping bodily fluids with his handsome sons, but another part of him wasn't sure what Tom would say about such a suggestion. Jeff tucked himself back into his boxers and trousers and stood to shake the hand of his client and tell him that he would contact him first thing the next week, hopefully with good news. When the client was gone, Tom wiped up his cum from the floor. He and Jeff kissed for a minute or two, and then Jeff said: "Listen, I've been meaning to ask you. Would you be interested in coming over to the house? I've got two sons who I know would be interested in meeting you." "Yeah? How old are they?" "Seventeen. They're twins." "OK. I've got a couple of things to finish up at my desk, and let's do it." Tom was thinking to himself that actually he only wanted Jeff, but if the sons were anything like the father ... well, after sucking a cock while a client discussed his legal affairs, Tom was ready for more adventures. After all, he was 24, and his sexual experiences had been seriously limited despite the fact that, as he acknowledged to himself on the rare moments when he allowed himself to be narcissistic, he was a stud and nothing less. If Jeff wanted him to meet the boys, well, Tom was more than ready. What else is happening at 6:45 PM? Well, Reginald has shot his load and is reading course material in his dorm room, as he is attending summer school to earn extra credits while his friend David is not. Andy is having dinner with his parents, who are pleased that their boy can't stop smiling, but don't now that he is reliving his sexy adventures with his best friend and the friend's cousin. Lance and Troy are still in the den whaling away at their video game, but Lance has taken a few seconds to send an SMS. David is still at the table with his parents and his sister, half thinking about moving into the dorms or an apartment of his own, and he's felt his phone vibrating in his shorts pocket twice. His parents would be furious if he took it out at the table, so he'll wait, but he's hoping against hope that it's the twins, because if it is, he's going to call Betsy and tell her that he can't see her anymore, because he's got another girlfriend. There'll be a lot of crying and hollering, but Dave can tolerate that. He can't get out of his mind the sex that he had in the sauna with the two hard-bodied blond teenagers, and he wants him some more of that. Oh, yes he does. Taz and his cousin Eric are both naked and watching Cartoon Network on TV. It will be a couple more hours before Taz's parents come home, so they don't see any reason to put on clothes. They like being naked together. At the club, Sam is serving drinks to the dinner crowd that is starting to pile into the club and thinking about David and the twins. He's glad he's got an apron on and that he's standing behind the bar, because man, he's got himself some bone between his legs!